I'm ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end
He listened intently to the words that she spoke with such conviction. It did make sense in a roundabout way. They had told him he was too weak to affect anything, or be of value; then suddenly he was to be blamed for making an elder mountain mad? That in itself was conflicting he would acknowledge. His people were gone, he needed to learn about this new land and find his own place or perish. He didn’t feel the burning desire to develop his wings and fly back to them. He would make his life here, on Novus.
“I don’t know what any of those things are.” he replied simply. “But I like trying new things,” he added quickly. He followed behind her as motioned, feeling still very out of place. He was covered in flecks of mud and burnt flesh. He was the direct opposite of the pristine beauty he was observing. “Uh, should I wash off somehow before I mess up your entire place?” He said with a guilty tone to his voice.
These folk spent a lot of time inside. This was something he was unaccustomed to. Enclosed spaces still felt strange and alien. The movement of the fabrics felt like they were reaching out to grab him. He could see their pattern was rhythmic and controlled by something other than a desire to harm him.
The fairy lights had him transfixed. There was no warmth but there was light. “How does this work?” he asked curiously. He had made assumptions previously but had found himself often incorrect. “Those aren’t tiny creatures stuck in there right?” he asked with a tone of concern.
ooc: @Caelum
